Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

The sound of waves gently brushing the shore fills my ears as the private jet begins its descent. I glance out the window and gasp softly.

We're flying over what looks like a perfect painting, clear blue waters, palm trees swaying in the breeze, and an island that seems untouched by the rest of the world.

"Alex..." I turn to him. "This place is beautiful."

He doesn't respond at first. He just stares at me with that same heated look that's been burning through me since we left the hotel. My center is sore from how much sex we've had but my cunt can't help but throb when he looks at me like he wants to devour me again and again.

"The island's nice," he says finally, kissing my collar bone. "But not as beautiful as my wife."

I roll my eyes, though my heart is doing flips in my chest.

"How cheesy."

"You love it." He reaches out and lifts my hand, placing a kiss on my ring finger.

I do love it. Every part of him. Especially when he drops that cold front and lets himself be soft with me.

We land shortly after, and I can barely take it all in fast enough. The air is warm, thick with the smell of ocean breeze and exotic flowers.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs King." An older looking gentleman wearing a suit smiles at us as he opens the door of the private car for us.

"Thank you." I smile at him while my husband, who apparently thinks anything positive is weakness, just nods.

The private car whisks us to a luxurious beachfront villa, the kind that probably costs more per night than my entire college education.

The moment we step inside, I'm speechless.

White curtains float in the soft wind, the wide glass doors opening to a private infinity pool that stretches toward the ocean. The bed is king-sized, draped in white linen, and surrounded by candles already lit.

"You did all this?" I ask softly.

Alex shrugs, like it's no big deal. "I wanted it to be perfect. Do you like it?"

I stare at him, my heart aching in the best way. "It is. Like it? I love it!"

He doesn't respond. Instead, he gives me a smile as he walks over to me, his fingers toying with the strap of my sundress.

days. No work. No

I ask,

you'll need to recover from how sore this sweet pussy will be." He cups it,

against the thin fabric of my panties, stroking me with a knowing touch that

against my throat, his voice thick with desire. "I haven't even tasted you yet, and you're

it," I whisper, my voice breathless. "You look at me like you want to eat

on my earlobe. "That's exactly

lays me gently on the bed, peeling the sundress

of hunger and possession that reminds me that I belong to no one

spreads my legs, settling between them like he's been

kiss to

one slow, hot stroke of his tongue from bottom to top that

sheets as his hands clamp firmly around my thighs, keeping me

he groans, his breath hot against

man starved, his tongue lapping,

"Alex, please..."

vibration sends a jolt of

come on my face." He promises as

knows my body too well, he knows the exact pressure, the exact rhythm that makes me

while his wet mouth gleams with me. "You love when I

stop." I pull in his hair as I

belly. His tongue flicks over my clit as his grip on my thighs turns bruising and possessive. My thighs

I'm gonna....! Ohhh that feels so

the orgasm from my soul, like he won't be satisfied until I fall apart for

a cry, my hips

crashing through me in pulsing

twistinis,

bed as I come so hard I forget

s

head. His mouth

one smooth

over me, dragging my leg up around his waist, the head of his cock pressing

whisper, while holding back a

down, brushing his lips against mine. "No baby, I need to fuck

me. Hard and deep, all the way to the hilt in one smooth